You Remind Me Of Someone (2609 words) by PyreWrites
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Nia Nal, Alex Danvers
Additional Tags: Fluff, Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fluff, Lena Luthor Knows Kara Danvers Is Supergirl
Summary:
Kara had forgotten that it was February.
Well. That's not entirely true. As a functioning member of society Kara was aware of the passage of time. She was making appointments and looking at calendars. But she had been so busy for weeks that she had forgotten the significance of the month of February. Or more precisely the holiday in the middle of February, right up until Nia burst into her office in a mild panic.
OR
Kara forgot Valentine's Day was coming up and her plans to finally ask Lena out go slightly awry.
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[Chloe]: Nobody has called or brought anything yet.
[Beca]: Crap. I need you to do me a favor.
[Chloe]: Anything for you babe. What do you need?
[Beca]: Need you to stop by the store and pick up some things before coming to the studio. They are taping a whole week's worth of shows so I still have some time but I need you to hurry.
[Chloe]: Ok. What store and what do you need?
[Beca]: I was on my way to hair and makeup when an intern ran into me and dumped an entire tray of iced coffee on me.
[Chloe]: My poor baby.
[Beca]: I am currently wearing the only 2 pieces of clothing that didn't get completely soaked thru.
[Chloe]: 2?
[Beca]: My coat and my heels.
[Chloe]: So you're...
[Beca]: Hiding in my dressing room essentially naked, yes.
[Chloe]: Ok then. Something tv ready and sexy underwear. Got it. I’ll be there asap. Anything else?
[Beca]: The underwear doesn't need to be sexy.
[Chloe]: I beg to differ.
[Beca]: Whatever weirdo.
[Chloe]: Oh Becs. Does your dressing room door have a lock on it? 😉😈😍😘🥵💋👅👅👅
“I’ve been winning for the past two months, I can’t stop now, have a good day, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’m gonna beat you!”
OR
In which Peter and Y/n have an unspoken race and every day Peter keeps winning
Ship: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: Maybe like two or three swear words
Word count: 1047
Mandatory thanking of the beta: @beansisarat7
I’m walking to work when I see him, him. The man with the silver hair and the blue running shoes. He is there every day, walking three steps in front of me every single morning I walk to work.
Seriously, every single morning I get off my train and start the twenty minute walk to work and every morning he is just a few steps ahead of me. He always beats me to the street corner and all because I stop at the lights and he passes it, not giving a damn about the cars that could hit him.
And we never talk, we’ve never spoken, never once said hello beyond the nod of recognition when we see each other. Despite that it almost feels like there’s some kind of race, and he keeps winning, damn he keeps winning.
He’s not even on my train and somehow still manages to time it so that he’s three steps in front of me. It’s insane. It's like he wants to be slightly in front of me. It infuriates me, I swear I’m gonna beat him one day, I swear to god I will!
***
One day I get off the train and I don’t see him in front of me. The shock on my face is visible, I mean, he’s not here. Where is he? ...Is he okay?
Then I hear it. I hear it before I see it. He runs right in past me and then turns around to run backwards, all to mock me.
“I’ve been winning for the past two months, I can’t stop now, have a good day, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he taunts.
I glare at him and narrow my eyes and in response he smirks and winks at me before turning around again.
“I’m gonna beat you!” I yell back and all I can hear is his arrogant laughs in response.
I walk the rest of my way to work with a scowl on my face, one so fierce that the receptionist, Val, asks me if I’m okay. Unwilling to reveal the childish truth I simply say that I have a headache.
***
The next day I wake up and as I get dressed I put my usual shoes in my bag and pull on my running shoes. I meant what I said, I’m gonna beat him, I really am.
And so when my train’s doors open I sprint out of the train and from the train station as quickly as I can. When I get out and onto the sidewalk I look down the street and see him.
We make eye contact before absolutely booking it to the lights where I, for once in my life, disregard the green light and dodge between cars to get to the other side of the street. We both make it at the same time and I look at him in surprise.
“How the fuck did you get here so fast, you were halfway down the street,” I pant, glaring at him playfully, hands on my knees trying to catch my breath.
The silver haired man just laughs, “I’m a personal trainer, running’s my specialty.”
I stand up straight again, regaining composure, sticking my hand out, “Y/n. Y/n L/n.”
“Peter Maximoff,” he replies, shaking my hand. “And what do you do?”
“I’m a journalist,” I tell him as we begin to walk down to the street corner.
“Oooh, what company do you work for?” he asks, seeming genuinely interested.
“Xavier Writings,” I reply and he smiles.
We talk and get to know each other on the small walk to the corner, even stopping at the corner for a few minutes to finish the conversation before finally parting ways.
***
I walk into my office and sit down at my desk. I take off my sneakers and pull on my Mary Jane court shoes. Now that I’ve at least tied with him I don’t need to stress about losing to Peter. Peter. It’s strange knowing his name. In my mind he’s always been ‘the silver haired man’ or occasionally ‘the speedy little dick’ when I’m in a particularly bad mood.
But now I know him a bit better and he’s Peter. Peter Maximoff. The last name sounds familiar I’ll admit, I’m just not sure where from. It’s probably not important, no need to worry about it.
It’s then that my boss, Raven, walks into my office. “Are you ready for the Lensherr Fitness interview?” she asks me.
“Yeah, of course. I just need a second to get my recorder and I’ll be right out,” I tell her, already beginning to search my drawers for the device.
“I’ll be in the car waiting, the appointment is at 9AM and we can’t be late,” she tells me before leaving my office again.
***
We make it to Lensherr Fitness Center at 8:48AM and Raven is calm for once, usually before an interview she’s panicking that either one of her employees AKA me will say something wrong or that the client will say something unexpected. Seeing her so calm is strange and I’m not sure if I like it or not.
“Erik and I are old friends,” she tells me.
“Ah, okay. And are we interviewing Mr. Lensherr or just some employees?” I ask.
“I’ll interview Erik, you’ll be interviewing an employee, I think his name was Peter?”
Then two men walk through the doors, an older one with brown hair and perfect posture, dressed in business clothes, and the other is very familiar, so much that I do a double take.
Peter and I make eye contact, eyes widening and mouths gaping ever so slightly. I mean not only is he the employee I’m interviewing, but we just raced each other to work not much more than an hour ago.
Raven then begins to introduce me, “This is Y/-“
“Y/n L/n,” Peter finishes for her.
Raven and Erik give him a questioning look.
“And he’s Peter Maximoff,” I add, which only shifts the questioning look to me.
We share a glance before speaking in unison, “We raced each other to work this morning.”
The questioning looks only widen and we both grin.
“Well, then I guess the interview will be no problem,” Erik says and Peter and I laugh.
"You sure she wouldn’t prefer chocolates? Or maybe a... a bouquet?"
"A bouquet of knives... oh she would love that, thank you for the idea!"
OR
In which Carrie gets her girlfriend knives instead of flowers
Ship: Flarrie (With She/They Flynn)
Word Count: 661
Carrie was standing in the store browsing through the various blades. She was examining a dagger with a bronze handle and a silver blade, it was pretty, but not quite what she was looking for. She decided to go over to one of the employees to get some help.
She walked over to the worker walking through the aisles, he was a tall, muscular guy with a sleeve tattoo, some would say he looked intimidating but Carrie didn’t care.
“Excuse, I need some help, please,” Carrie said.
The man looked at her with a surprised expression, it’s not often he would see a pink-clad teenage girl in the shop and looking at knives no less.
“How can I help?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m looking for a knife for my girlfriend,” she told him, “But I’m not sure which I should get.”
This surprised the man a lot more, she was getting a knife for her girlfriend. What a strange gift.
“A- a knife? You sure she wouldn’t prefer chocolates? Or maybe a... a bouquet?” he hesitated; Carrie may have been dressed like a Barbie but her glare at his suggestions could kill.
After a second Carrie contemplated his words and a smile grew on her lips, “A bouquet of knives... oh she would love that, thank you for the idea!” and with that she ran back to the shelf of blades.
The worker was seriously in shock, a bouquet of knives, was she serious? What is with kids these days with their hologram bands and their bouquets of blades?
She looked back at the worker and rolled her eyes, “Are you going to help me or what?”
The man all but ran over to the girl and began to help her looking through the daggers. He explained to her what each one was made out of and what they would be best used for.
***
Flynn was walking down the steps of the Wilsons’s yard when they noticed Carrie holding something. As she walked to the door she noticed it was some sort of bouquet, but they couldn’t see any flowers.
She opened the door and walked in, “Carrie, I’m here!”
Carrie rushed to her holding the bouquet and it’s only then that Flynn saw what it’s made of.
“Here,” Carrie said, “I got this for you, I know you don’t like flowers but I saw your collection of knives and so I thought I’d get you some.”
Flynn could only grin at the sight, their girlfriend got them a bouquet of various daggers. A couple of the blades are silver, a few of them are steel, one’s even made of titanium which makes it look super cool. All of the handles are really fancy too, with different hilts and engravings on them.
Flynn pulled Carrie in for a hug, nearly crying at the beautiful gift her girlfriend got her. They sat on the couch as Flynn examined each and every one of them, flipping them in their hand.
“This one,” she held up a silver blade with a pewter handle, “I’ll name Cera.”
They put it aside before picking up a steel blade with a steel handle, “And this one will be Iarlaith.”
“Pretty name,” Carrie commented.
“I know right, they’re all saint names!”
She then picked up another steel blade with a copper tin alloy handle, “This one is Chas, short for Chastity.”
Then a silver blade with a copper zinc alloy handle was presented, “Isaac is his name.”
Carrie picked up the one with a steel blade and a carbon fibre handle, “What’s this one gonna be? How about Blaise?”
“Oh, that’s such a good name, yes! But this one,” Flynn held up the titanium bladed copper beryllium handled dagger, “This one will be Beatrice, or I guess Bea for short.”
Flynn then smiled at Carrie and looked back at the daggers. It was the perfect gift and it was an amazing addition to the collection.
The Roles We Play (1258 words) by PyreWrites
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor
Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Lena Luthor Doesn't Know Kara Danvers is Supergirl, Established Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Summary:
One morning Lena discovers a Supergirl costume hidden in her girlfriends apartment and reaches a perfectly logical conclusion.
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A Kiss Under the Missile-Toad (2307 words) by PyreWrites
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chloe Charming/Red (Disney: Descendants)
Characters: Chloe Charming (Disney), Red (Disney: Descendants), Dizzy Tremaine
Additional Tags: Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Christmas, Holiday Hijinx, Mistletoe, Cultural Differences, Misunderstandings, Movie: Descendants: The Rise Of Red (2024), GlassHeart
Summary:
Growing up in Wonderland under the evil version of her mother Red has never experienced any holiday. So when she tries to decorate for one that seems like a big deal there is one thing in particular she gets "wrong".
The Girl at the End of the Bar (818 words) by PyreWrites
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sister Beatrice/Ava Silva
Characters: Ava Silva, Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Ava is a dork
Summary:
“What is this?” Beatrice asked Ava, who had a worrying mischievous glint in her eye.
“It's from the girl at the end of the bar.” Ava smirked.
Beatrice turned, expecting to find yet another drunk tourist trying to pick her up. It wouldn't be the first time that someone had tried to catch her eye.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor
Additional Tags: Lena Luthor Knows Kara Danvers Is Supergirl, Halloween, minor Halloween costume shenanigans, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Summary:
“What do you mean you've never dressed up for Halloween?” Kara stared at Lena in shock.
“I didn't say that. I have dressed up for nearly every Halloween since I got adopted. I was getting dragged to charity masquerade galas before I even knew what any of those words meant.”
“So not the same thing. Wearing one of your gorgeous gala dresses and a boring mask on a stick so it doesn't mess up your thousand-dollar salon hairstyle is not 'dressing up for Halloween'. That is not a Halloween costume!”
Or
Lena has never had a real Halloween and Kara intends to remedy that ASAP. Luckily Kara found this out the day before Halloween.
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